I was really a slacker with the blog and I'm sorry. I felt so guilty that I'm not even spent most of my friends comment on the blog and I'm sorry. I had even thought of closing it, but thought I was sorry ... (I might fall in the group of Italians who use just 200 words in all my life and we would surely regret).
But now I feel the need of my blog. Now I really need.
Sunday, March 28 was missing my dad. 74 four years, widowed, 3 children, my brother and my older sister and me. I left the house for six months. Before I only lived 12 years with my dad. No results were beautiful years, leave was exhausting because I knew what I left. But I did not think it would be finished so quickly. There are times when even I do not. cardiac, stroke, double bypass, smoke. How many do we have in the past. And now the only thing left is the void. A void that is difficult others understand, even those most directly neighbors. Why is related to the loss of a father, the loss of the last parent, the loss of someone with whom I lived for so long.
It is a very different, since I was 18. An experience that I wish to live in completely different. An experience that I can manage with my choices. I know that life goes on and I know that will never be the same again. I know that the dense you can try at any time for anything and that all memory can hurt. I no longer fear that the strong tomorrow.
I also know that I will no longer be angry. This is the primary objective. I will not take because my life is almost always so different from that of my peers, my friends. Not I want to offend me because friend in need is not there, even if it hurts. I will not get mad because the head is because fleas have been gone too long for the days funeral or because ago inappropriate comments. I swear, it's a hard work .
I know, however, that the only way to overcome (in whatever way it does or could do) this is accepting .
There are loopholes and glorious dreams. You can not go back and impose his will even if he could change something. You can just accept that this is the reality. This is my reality. And who am I that I have to live with.
And it is my duty, my obligation to do better. For me. Why
if a lesson I learned from my father (albeit negative) is the one that let go is bullshit. That the reasons for living and living well are many, but especially us.
's me. It will be very
Biancanevesco , but one of the hardest things is no longer able to call Dad.
